when: last weekend where: The Chicago Art Institute what: this reminds me of that one time when I was in my studio, and I accidentally cut off part of my index finger
In the eighties, I was a little kid who put together model buildings out of notebook paper and Scotch tape and spent days on end playing Monopoly with my best friend. What I've done over the last decade is pretty much the same thing. I began buying, renovating, and renting dozens of properties during Architecture school, where I mostly learned how to stay awake for six days straight.
Today I'm a new mother married with four dogs and way too many houses along the coasts of Florida. We recently moved into and began working on a three story lake house built in 1928.
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I did that once. Except I was chopping peppers when it happened. I wondered if I would have finger prints when/if it grew back. I do.
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